Me and my helmet
Such an unconventional kid
All intense and kinetic
At best tolerated from afar
Not yet arrested
And by that I mean betrothed
Though at start I am duly
courted
I've just not been trusted with
altars
I'm a sweet piece of work
Well intentioned yet disturbed
Wrongly labeled and underfed
Treated like a rose as an
orchid
My friends as they weigh in
Get understandably protective
They have a hard time being
objective
So inside, we cancel each other
out
I'm a sweet piece of work
Well intentioned and unloved
Unlabeled and misunderstood
Treated like a rose as an
orchid